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I Defeated the Demon Lord but it Turns Out the Demon Army was Largely Unaffected and I Fell Victim to a Flawed Belief in Great Man Theory
My Time In ONI works from Berserk Forces and Full Metal Brat.
hi yeah i was looking through your catalog for the monarch or the viceroy but i could only find the
"Surely," you may...
...be thinking, "even the treadheads of the Hell's Horses only did the Kanga-X jump tank as a one-off." You might think, "Surely, the idea did not come up anywhere else." But the Hell's Horses are a Clan full of Ideas, and some of those Ideas are good ones, but the price paid for that is in the likes of the Hephaestus Jump Tank.
The Hephaestus began manufacture in 3064. Sometime in 3083, one of those madcap maniacs decided it'd be a lark to strap jump jets to it, and thus was born the Hephaestus Jump Tank. The blow is not softened by this being any legendarily clumsy vehicle. Regrettably, the Hell's Horses know what they are doing with this kind of thing, it is just that they know and still do it. It is a solid 30-ton support/recon tank, with a jump range of about 240 meters. It is a bird, it is a plane, it is Clan Hell's Horses back at it again. I went to Dezgra Island and everyone was driving one of these things. The chances of a Death from Above delivered via tank might be low but they are never zero. Someone once got brake-checked by one of these mid-air while flying low in an attack helicopter, and the worst part is, nobody will ever believe them.
Battletech is a setting where 8ft tall genetically enhance muscular super soldiers play polo by riding around on Dinosaurs and GIANT BEETLES. Which they have trade for illegally on the black market, because the horses they do have are both too stressed out to ride and would actively try to eat themselves, their riders, and the other riders and the other riders' mounts. The reason it is illegal trading is that mounts are not an essential trade practice...
What if I made the raleigh's cowboy theme not subtle at all
huge fan of the depth of a good purple but another area that draws me is definitely around aquamarine/turquoise/seafoam. you can not go wrong once the green starts getting just a tinge more blue. a gal could certainly do worse than to pull over there and stay a while
something earth shattering going on here
this is why one of my favorite all-time paintings is Ship in Stormy Seas by Ivan Aivazovsky... he was really onto something there
a close up to just... light shining through those waves, makes me feel faint with exhilaration every time
THERE IS A BOAT BY IVAN AIVAZOVSKY!!
Ivan Aivazovsky could paint glowing water. One of the GOATs for sure.
Fixed it for ya
The Fury is a...
...coelacanth among tanks. It's a fossil that everyone assumed dead and gone- and yet, here it is. Initial production for the Star League started in the early 2600s, sporting simple but functional command-and-control equipment. All it needed was a Gauss rifle and a then cutting-edge combat computer- but it all went belly-up when the Succession Wars began. In the first one, Draconis nukes obliterated its production facilities- by the second, it was practically extinct.
But a trove of them, unearthed by Jolassa-Kumbold Armored Weapons in 3068, suddenly put this relic back on the menu, and now it's even got mixed Clan-tech versions in the Fury III and IIIm.
As time has gone on, curiously, the Fury has actually suffered an ironic fate. With a simple tech base and hardy construction, Furys have become common to the point of problematic- some manufacturers are finding that anyone who they would sell a Fury to already has one.
Thanks to this overabundance, the Fury's price has been steadily dropping through the years. If you want to find the whole story, just plug an Encyclopedia Sarna or ComSearch module into your noteputer and look up "fury inflation".
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Perturabo and the IV Legion
By Lucian Tumani
The bottle was...
...tipped this way, then that way, in the half-light of a hangar too large to actually illuminate without a fortune spent on bulbs. Glasses were touched with a clink, then drained. The last weld on the prototype had been made minutes ago, the computer booting up- with a rosary under their breaths, beaded with sweat -and proclaimed all systems operational. A 'mech of their own. The two of them looked over the beast where it stood. A half-decade in the making; billions, now that it was finished. But they were artisans: billions were nice, but just to have made this thing, this working object, was best.
"Needs a name."
"We got a name."
"C'mon. That's a placeholder. We've got the drinks, we've finished the work, we need to really name it."
A long moment of silence was broken by the bottle tipping one way again, and a contemplative sip.
"Dad passed. Last week, I told you. Went Neohellenic before he did. Coins on the eyes and all. If you'd let me, I'd want to name it that type."
"Zeus is taken."
"So's Hermes."
"Apollo. Artemis."
"Hades. Demeter. Hephaestus?"
Click of keys on a noteputer; a disappointed exhale.
"Taken. Clanner tank. Hold on, there's got to be a list on here."
"Tell me if you find one that's not taken already."
The bottle tipped the other way. There was the sound of someone breathing while they held their tongue between their teeth in focus.
"Man. Poseidon, taken."
"Anyone got Aphrodite?"
"Yeah. Config for the Ares."
"Hah. Good match."
The bottle tipped again.
"A-ha. Here's one."
"Yeah?"
The two huddled over the screen as the words scrolled down, down. The Encyclopedia Sarna digital module really was a comprehensive source; plug it into a noteputer and you could look up anything. There were satisfied grins, there was an agreement. What the bottle had tipped into the glass spilled out of it with a flick of the wrist, spattering the concrete floor at the 'mech's feet in libation. The engineer spoke, voice quavering with the feeling of a final touch on a house of cards, looking up at the silent 'mech; light gleamed on the metal.
"I've put sweat and tears in you, lady. Blood too. It's been a good time. I name you now for the goddess of punishment. Mesperyian."
I work customer service at the Brass Citadel of Khorne the Blood God and it fucking sucks but not for any of the reasons you'd expect. Every morning when I clock in a World Eater makes us recite the "Maim, Kill, Burn" Team Member Motivation Pledge and do yoga in the yoga room and it's so goddamn awkward. We have to tell people to "have a Khorne-tastic day" when they leave.
It probably isn't even GOOD yoga. The Slaanesh people get those.
yeah :(
Overheard on open comms:
"Attention, pilot of the Archer in olive green: stop firing your LRMs. I used to work in a munitions plant and seeing you treat them that way hurts my soul."
"Hit! Shots from behind, be- wh- what? What coward needed to outflank an Urbie? I sincerely pity you!"
"I'm empty on ammo and lost both arms. I don't suppose everyone here suddenly feels like becoming a conscientious objector?"
"No, I am not okay! That Banshee just walked off with my hatchet in its armor. What am I now? Just a Man pilot?"
"Hailing Valkyrie red on white, Valkyrie red on white: did you just lose a fistfight to a 'mech with no arms?"
"I've always thought of jogging as the polar opposite of 'mech piloting, so maybe you should try taking that up."
"To salvaged Dire Wolf black with stripe pink, white, teal: your music taste is barely off-beat, and nobody thinks "Lilith" sounds punk anymore."
"You might know every trick in the book, but I cannot read!"
"Yeah, Betty, all systems nominal. As in extant in name only."
"All-call, all-call, I just noticed our reinforcements have an "Andurien Forever" stencil on one of their 'mechs, so this is about to become what is known as a blue-on-blue incident."
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The really funny part is that many modern sources that want to gas up Sparta will bring up this specific anecdote, but stop at the "if" and just not mention what happened immediately afterwards.
Finished a Rockgrinder for my mad max themed goliaths for Necromunda. I did a bunch of conversion work to the front of it to get it to look a bit more wasteland-y.